Page 70 of Twisted Devotion

And then, with deliberate ease, she spreads her legs, showing meeverything.

She glances over her shoulder, eyes dark with mischief.

“Like this?”

“Yes. Just like that,” I murmur. Now close your eyes and relax.”

She obeys without hesitation, tucking her hands beneath her cheek, her lashes fluttering shut.

Perfect.

I move off the bed and cross the room to the black lacquered cabinet in the corner. As I open its doors, my collection gleams back at me—pristine, polished, and waiting.

She might not be ready forthe roomyet. But I know she can handlesomething.

What to choose, what to choose…

My spreader bar catches my eye at the back of the cabinet—sleek, black, andreadyfor play. I grab it, the metal rattling slightly as I move, but she doesn't peek. Doesn’t let curiosity get the best of her.

Good girl.

She wasmadefor this.

I select an oval disc vibrator as well, already picturing how she’ll respond and how her body will react. How well she’ll handle herself when I finally take her to the room.

The thought alone has my body tightening, aching. My cock leaks.

I move back to her, pulling her gently to the edge of the bed, positioning her just where I want her. Then, kneeling behind her, I prepare to show her exactly how much she can take.

“Just relax.”

I take her ankle—delicate and small in my hand—and secure it in the soft velvet cuff.

Her breath catches. “Are you… handcuffing my ankles?”

I pause. “Do younotwant me to?”

She hesitates for only a moment. “I… I do.”

“Good.”

I move to her other ankle, fastening the second cuff, my fingers grazing her skin as I secure the restraints. A shiver runs through her, tiny goosebumps rising in the wake of my touch.

“It’s not a handcuff, by the way,” I murmur, trailing a hand up the back of her bare leg, slow and deliberate. “It’s called a spreader bar. It’ll keep your legs open for me… in case what I do to you makes you want to snap them closed.”

I glide my fingers higher, teasing them along the heat between her thighs, feeling just how ready she is for me.

“Look at me,” I command, my voice thick with desire.

She presses her hands into the bed, turning over her shoulder, her dark eyes locking onto mine.

“See this?” I hold up the vibrator for her to see.

She nods, eyes flicking between it and me.

“I'm going to use this to make you come again.Then, you can tell me if youreallydon’t want to play with this.”

I stroke my cock slowly, deliberately. Her gaze drops, her lips parting slightly as she watches.

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